The gusts of wind have rained down beautiful coloured autumn leaves on those graves,on behalf of their son.He had always loved fall
The Fall
Published by Mridula in category Social and Moral with tag dog | grave | parents
The Fall
One day…Someday!
My mates call out my nick names, shout, make faces, and try to take my snap as they move down the elevator in the international airport
An Unusual Verdict
He was lost in book but put it back,without a cue of displeasure,bookmark kept intact.He has always loved his job.A lover of literature
Metro
He has called his closest friend from the village. The friend was of his equal-age but as healthy as a horse. He has asked his friend to take him to his old house
Wedding Memories
Me, the brainy North Indian as Sally called me, and she, the American beauty with brains, had met in a library in California.The initial spark of love..
The Hidden Volcano
Forty years of togetherness with her husband, through ebbs and flows of life seemed a history. With unquestionable respect, admiration
An Overcoat for the Goat
It was a holiday for the public but the small and busy market in the outskirts of the city never knew what a holiday was. It was lively as always
I Do Regret!
Today I open my Facebook account as usual. My community is as lively as ever. A smile spreads across my slightly wrinkled face
Tears of Joy
I lay in my bedroom staring the motionless fan hanging from the ceiling above. Electricity has gone, but the cool breeze through the windows works better
Hunger
The pangs of hunger banished the entire bright outlook from his heart.Three days have passed without food, and the uninvited ill took the last drop of energy from him.
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